Dixon, Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs, p. 210, Percy
Society, vol. xvii.
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There was an old farmer in Sussex did dwell,
(chorus of whistlers)
There was an old farmer in Sussex did dwell,
And he had a bad wife, as many knew well.
(chorus of whistlers) |
2 |
Then Satan came to the old man at the plough:
'One of your family I must have now. |
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'It is not your eldest son that I crave,
But it is your old wife, and she I will have.' |
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'O welcome, good Satan, with all my heart!
I hope you and she will never more part.' |
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Now Satan has got the old wife on his back,
And he lugged her along, like a pedlar's pack. |
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He trudged away till they came to his hall-gate;
Says he, Here, take in an old Sussex chap's mate. |
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O then she did kick the young imps about;
Says one to the other, Let's try turn her out. |
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She spied thirteen imps all dancing in chains,
She up with her pattens and beat out their brains. |
9 |
She knocked the old Satan against the wall!
'Let's turn her out, or she'll murder us all.' |
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Now he's bundled her up on his back amain,
And to her old husband he took her again. |
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'I have been a tormentor the whole of my life,
But I neer was tormented so as with your wife.' |